I wake up with a start, gasping for air, heart hammering and my body sticky with sweat and the double covers of the duvet and sleeping bag doesn't help the hot flush. I shiver despite my body burning, goosebumps prickling and I feel cold. My teeth chatter and tears prick my vision.
The sunlight illuminates the tent in a soft green glow as the ten walls are olive in colour. I can't hear the waves crushing over the sounds of my shallow breaths.
Harry's long arms wrap around me. "Shh," he shushes in a deep sleep filled drawl voice. "It was just a dream.
I've not had a panic attack since that day on the roof. It hurts physically and mentally and it's all come about all because of my dumbass brain filling my dreams with images of my mum and death.
I grip onto his arm tightly, knuckles turning white, jaw tensed. I curl myself into his chest and he brushes his fingers through my hair, laying us down into the pillows.
"Deep breaths baby, you're safe, you're okay. You're here with me. I'm not going to let anything hurt you, you're going to be fine." He brushes his lip over my earlobe, biting on it slightly and makes me shudder.
He thumbs away the tears that have escaped and he begins softly singing the song we sang in the music contest. God that feels like ages ago when we stood on that stage, feeling warm and pride.
My breathing slows as my mind pictures us on stage with Harry wrapped in my arm. It calms me with his voice filtering my ears and I sink my cheek onto his chest, scratching my nails lightly across his chest.
I soon calm down from my panic attack and I sigh heavily.
"'M sorry," I whisper.
"Apologise for that type of stuff again and I'll shove a waffle up your arse." His voice is deadly serious and it makes me laugh.
"Waffles was a bit random."
He shrugs. "I'm hungry."
"What time is it?" I ask.
He leans over and clicks his phone to show the lock screen. "Eight fourteen. My phone's on forty percent. I'll have to steal the aux chord from Zayn and charge it through the car," He explains, kissing my temple and my nose and cheek.
I hear laughter filter outside the tent and I hold my arms out.
"We should go out there but I really am too run down to walk." I flex my fingers like babies do to be picked up.
"You need to take your meds first." He reaches into his bag and pulls them out, handing me one of the white capsules.
He hands me the bottle of water and I take it without hesitation. He grins, getting up and pulling me into his arms, hoisting me up and I wrap my legs around him like a koala.
The tent unzips and Harry trips slightly. I dig my nails into his bare shoulders until he rightens himself and we plop down on the chair.
"Well good morning Larry. How are you two?" Niall converses with a light grin, shades over his eyes, bare feet playing in the sand.
"Other than a fucking panic attack I'm just dandy," I grumble, turning in Harry's lap so I'm now facing Niall and the others.
Liam leans across and pats my knee. "Sorry mate."
Zayn kisses my cheek friendly and then gets up to stretch, his arms outstretched above his head, eyes squint shut. I catch Liam staring with his mouth slightly open as Zayn's top rides up slightly over his tummy, revealing his belly button.
"I fancy waffles," Harry states, patting his feet into the sand.
"Are we going to go set up to the new camp before or after breakfast?" Zayn asks, scratching his head.
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Strawberry Ice cream
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Louis Tomlinson, an eighteen year old college student has his whole life ahead of him. But with his mum being sick and the anxiety and depression getting in the way, he feels alone in this big world. That is until he goes to his favourit...
